...........The Dragons Of Arthur Poem by elysabeth faslund

And the dragons, white and red,
fought deep underground, under
the tower...Vortigern, listen to
your advisors! ! !

Everynight, the tower fell in ruin,
everyday, was rebuilt...sounds like
compulsive/obsessive ole Vortigern
was a die hard...but, along about

the second week of this, a raggedy
bard said to him, 'oye vey! that roaring
ain't your stomach! Dig deep, dig deep,
and there your problem lay...'

'Why MY tower, eh? ' The old bard spit,
'Fool, you don't belong here...not in
this history...now out, and let us attend our
work.' They dug to where waters lay

and there the dragons fought, all covered
in mud, not having eaten for two weeks,
intent on getting the other one GONE.
One white, one red...and the old bard

simply asked, 'Why fight you so, and
crumble this tower? '
One dragon arched a dragon eyebrow,
'Why say, ole chap, we are metaphors

for the Roman faction and the English,
and the tower is the ruling dolts who
must get out of here...so we fight...
metaphors always fight.'

'And Vortigern? ' The other dragon
grumbled, 'He's just the vehicle in
the wrong place and time. Read
Gildas and Nennius...uh, never mind,

they haven't written yet.300 more
years, and our story will be told.'
'What story, you cartoons of scales? '
'Why, the child called Arcturus...that

sorry excuse of a dragon will be his
banner of red, the dragon his coat of arms,
and YOU, you dolt, are Merlin, but you
don't know it yet...'

'We fight, so the future will not believe
in Arthur, the 'once and future king'.
'Enough of your tomfoolery! I'm going
to Tintagel. Ygraine is a winsome lass! '

'Constantine will win Ygraine. You are
just another vehicle.' 'How know you this? '
'Haven't you read, will read, already read,
6 Olde English Chronicles' yet? '

'Rubbish! '
'Tintagel calls you. Begone, old fool,
You're needed there, or Arcturus
will never be born.'

And it was so.